Between my shadow and my soul

Laudium, the land of my kiddyness and beyond has, in order of importance, Romans, Mochachos, Nandos, Mohideens and Wimpy.

Yet if anyone asks me for landmarks, I will say that you get the best, richest-flavoured syrup mangoes and lemons that come in super-sized packets in Delhi Street.Mouthwatering messy iceblocks are savoured in Heliodoor Street.The tangiest orange chroria are at the entrance to the Link Road.

What I am nostalgic about most is that we could walk to all those places from our friends' houses.I am old.

*Afterthought*- Since I am romanticising the debris that is Laudium: In Laudium when somoeone passes away, so many people come to pay their respects that the car guards vacate the fast food outlets' parking lots and converge outside the funeral house....

your comment doesn't show so it looks like i'm replying to myself, which is quite probable:D

it's scary. somehow this unconditional love thing has expectations automatically coded into them and if you love someone so much, should you not want them to care for what u care about. also. i wish i cared more about the things my parents care about.